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say as the doors close.
    We’re more like brothers than boss and employee, and God, have we had some laughs and done some crazy shit together, but he’s the one person I can honestly say I trust with my life.
    I walk a few feet to my suite, and swipe a card to open the door. It’s a magnificent room, one of two presidential suites that only the rich can afford. Everything is made of marble, even the floors, all beautifully white and pristine. I amble through the main lounge and open the double doors to my bedroom. I drop my bags, at the same time almost dropping the glass and bottle of champagne.
    “God, you don’t waste much time.”
    Vanessa is reclined in the hot tub, and upon hearing my voice she turns, resting her head on its rolled edge. Her blonde hair cascades over the side. She already has a glass of bubbly in her hand, and the small table within arm’s reach has a collection of chocolate-covered fruits and a half-empty bottle of pink champagne sitting on its top.
    “Am I worth waiting for?” she purrs. “Well, you guna join me?”
    I hear the water move as she lifts herself up. Looking at me under her eyes and fluttering her lashes, she stands. The water glistens, and as I look at her it’s as though the smallest of diamonds decorate her naked body. The nipples on her fake boobs I paid for stand erect. I gaze down to the small cherry tattoo she has on her waxed pussy and see the small slit beneath, like a moneybox waiting for me to enter. I lick my lips and my eyes wander towards the strawberries, knowing how fruity she’s going to taste on my tongue.
    “Do you want me wet or would you prefer me dry?”
    She passes me that knowing look I know so well. Lifting her leg, she steps out of the hot tub and drips her way over to where I stand. She thrusts her pixie-like face into mine, tugging at my bottom lip with her teeth. I wince as she bites down harder. My lip burns. She grabs my arm, taking my hand between her breasts, and down further until it rests between her open legs. Every button pops off as she rips the shirt from my chest.
    “Come on, Snow, what you waiting for? Fuck me.”
    She looks at me playfully, blinking her long dark lashes, then turns, runs and jumps onto my bed, lying on her stomach. She wants sex, she wants fucking, I feel nothing; I haven’t even got a semi. I glance down at my cock; no chance , I think to myself. Maybe if I go to the bathroom and show it who’s in charge. Fuck it.
    “Vanessa, not now, it’s been a long journey.”
    She rolls onto her back, sinking further down into the quilt, and lifts her head from the pillow.
    “My God, that’s a first, you never turn down sex, night or day, tired or not.”
    She cocks her head on one side.
    “Come on, Snow, out with it, who is she?”
    She lowers her legs over the bed and stands up, slipping on a tiger-print bikini. She then grabs a white towelling robe from a hook on the back of the dressing-room door and slides her arms in, tying the belt loosely to cover herself. She smiles as she walks over to join me, and I watch her steps slow and her green eyes gaze up into mine.
    “It’s a shame, the last few months have been fun,” she says, disappointed.
    She stands tall on the tips of her toes, and places a soft kiss on my cheek.
    “All I can say is, I wish her luck.”
    Her white robe brushes against my chest as she passes. I turn as she lowers the handle of the door. She looks back, and I catch sight of the fifty thousand dollar earrings I bought her last month and the matching chain she wears around her neck.
    “You know what?”
    I look up.
    “She’s guna need it.”
    The door slams behind her. What the fuck is wrong with me? I look at the empty bed, at the empty hot tub, and grab my dick in my hand, shaking it. Wake up why don’t ya? I hurry into the lounge, but it’s too late, she’s gone. I lift my hand and run my fingers through my hair, over and over, then kick out rather sharply at the plush settee as I head